My heart has a secret wish.
I need to know what it is.
It wouldn’t tell me if I ask.
Who could help me in my task?
I get kindled in an inner fire
Without finding my heart’s desire.
I must know it and then decide,
Otherwise, the fire will never subside.
I might be an odd fish
To question my heart - “What’s this? ”
There is yet no reply when I ask.
So, I do - simply, empty a wine cask.
Every night I sleep - on a pyre -
Only long after my eyes tire.
I loiter and let things slide,
Wondering why my heart should hide.
My heart has a secret wish.
I need to know what it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That Samuel Pennell guy goes to every recently added poem, and says 'It is excellent! But you should check my poems out! ' But i have been looking through the recently added poems, and i have to say, this is by far, the best i have read thus far. You have a real talent, i truly did love the poem.